Moth Quotes

“You’re just…” He buried his face in my neck, pressing his lips there. “Thank you. I’m sorry I was such an asshole at the beginning.” I chuckled and threaded my fingers through his hair, damp from a recent shower. “Sorry I was so annoying.” “You weren’t.” His voice was muffled against my neck. “I just hate everyone.” He was silent for a moment, before he croaked, “I don’t hate you.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Moth, when I look at you, I don't sit there picking out things that could be perceived as flaws. Because they're not flaws. They're just a part of you. And I love every part of you.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“He was too perfect. Too stunningly beautiful to really look human. He looked more like what an artist would picture the perfect human to look like.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“The sword. Why was the sword so hot? He should have looked like a douche.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Oh, shut up, jackass, it was a joke. Being in love has made you soft.” I reached over and patted Hunter’s firm, flat stomach through his shirt. “Is that a gut I feel?” “What? Fuck off.” Hunter shoved my hand away and lifted his shirt to peer down at his stomach. “I don’t have a gut,” he snapped, but his voice had an edge of worry. Edin boomed out a big laugh. “Don’t worry, josdo.” He pulled Hunter into him with a thick arm around his neck. “I still love you, even with your gut.” “I don’t have a gut!” “Gah, and if you did?” Edin waved an imperious hand. “What is so wrong with a gut? It means I am feeding you well. Providing for my mate.” He reached over and patted Hunter’s stomach. “When we get back to the homestead, I will start hunting twice as much for you. We’ll start working on your gut.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“grinned as pleasure suffused me. “See? Moth, when I look at you, I don’t sit there picking out things that could be perceived as flaws. Because they’re not flaws. They’re just a part of you. And I love every part of you. You’re beautiful.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“You’re really brave, Moth.” I kissed his shoulder again as he let out a humourless snort. “So brave that I waited until I was twenty-five before… doing anything.” I frowned and shook my head. “You’re not on anyone else’s schedule. Who cares what age you are when you decide you want to start having sex?”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“He cried out a rough sound, head tipping back as his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted. His cum-face was fucking glorious, and seeing it—coupled with the feel of his ass rippling around my cock—made my balls wrench up.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Fuck.” I shivered as I sat down in it, the porcelain freezing against my ass. “Please remember what my dick looked like before and not what it looks like right now.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Despite the shock that had yet to really fade, it hit me in an overwhelming rush that the Herald would never summon me again. As Charlie and I crashed through the forest, leaving the mall and the cult behind, I felt my mouth stretch into a wide, wobbly grin. I was free.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“I just hate everyone.” He was silent for a moment, before he croaked, “I don’t hate you.” My throat closed up. I don’t hate you either. I like you, Moth. I want you. Do you want me back? For more than just sex? Are you still in love with Ghost?”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Don’t talk me out of it,” he rushed out, squeezing his eyes shut. “Just… do it. You can look.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Friends are only friends while they’re at your side out here. Most raiders aren’t willing to risk their own skin for others.” “Hunter travelled halfway across the Wastes to help me.” Moth huffed. “Well you must be a special little snowflake then.” I rolled my eyes, more exasperated than annoyed by his snide tone.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Yeah, I was attracted to Moth, even though he was an asshole most of the time and in love with a raider. And I was pretty sure that he was attracted to me too, even just a little. I was also pretty sure that he hated it.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Maybe—” “I’ll go with him.” I hadn’t even realised I was going to speak until the words were already leaving my mouth.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Uh, yeah. Thanks,” I called back, then jumped when the door beside us flew open. Moth and I stared in silence as the Soul Eater filled the doorway, gripping the frame with blackened fingertips. He had his coat on, the hood up and his face completely obscured in shadows, but it was slung on over a bare, greyish-white chest absolutely covered in scars. And… were his pants undone? “Shut. Up,” he snarled, his ghoulish voice making my entire body break out in goosebumps.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Moth snorted and shifted, slouching lower until his head rested on my shoulder. I started reading out loud, and after a few minutes he shifted again, curling into me and resting his head on my chest with his arm slung over my belly. My heart spasmed, giving a mighty thud. I dipped my head to press a kiss into his hair, then started reading again, my voice a little hoarser this time.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“I’m going to bed,” he mumbled instead of answering, standing up unsteadily and wavering on his feet for a moment. “You can… We can share the bed. It’s big enough.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“Most humans think I'm..." He shrugged awkwardly. "Attractive or whatever at first, but when they get closer, they get this... I don't know. Repulsed look on their face, like they can't work out what's wrong with me, but they know there's something.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

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― Lily Mayne, Moth